Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2) (13 page)

Chris tilted his head to the side, feigning contemplation. “For now.”

Lance laughed. “Right.” His eyes flicked over Chris's shoulder. “Matt, you wanna drive or ride with Abby and me?”

Matt's eyes moved back and forth between the two couples, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched. “If Abby's going to drive us home again, I'll ride with you guys. I think I need a drink or five if I'm going to be the third wheel.”

Chris couldn't help snickering, but stopped when Megan stepped away from him to loop her arm through Matt's. “You're not a third wheel. But I think I'll join you in the drinking.” She cast a glance back at Chris over her shoulder and grinned. “Chris is driving tonight, so I don't need to stay sober either.”

Matt looked down at her, laughing, the affection clear on his face. Chris ground his teeth and fought back a surge of jealousy. He knew that she and Matt were friends, and they hung out together when he wasn't around. But he wanted her to drink with him, even if his drinking was restricted for the night. They'd won the game, he'd played well, and he felt like celebrating. Not sharing his girlfriend with his roommate.

Huh. Girlfriend. When did he start calling Megan his girlfriend, even in his head? He'd always said they were dating or something, or called her the girl he was seeing if he referred to her to anyone who didn't know her. Otherwise he just called her Megan. Sometimes, when he was feeling playful, he called her his little roomie.
 

Pushing his thoughts away, he stepped over to Megan, draping his arm around her shoulders. Matt looked up and gently disentangled himself from Megan, his other hand coming up to rub over his mouth. The bastard was trying not to grin outright, like he thought he knew that Chris was jealous.

He squeezed Megan a little closer. She seemed oblivious to their byplay. “Ready?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Let's go.”

* * *

“Whoa!” Megan flung out a hand, apparently finding it difficult to make it up their walkway without tripping on the cracks in the cement.

Chris chuckled to himself and caught her by the arm. “I’ve got you. I won't let you fall.”

She beamed up at him, her dark curls falling away from her face, her brown eyes a little glazed and unfocused in the light cast from the streetlamp. They'd had fun at the afterparty. Megan more so than him, but drinking with her was always fun, even if he had to stay sober. He'd made sure that she alternated with water more by the end of the night so she wasn't too drunk to function and wouldn’t have a killer hangover in the morning.
 

They'd danced for a while. It was nice going to a party with her and not having to watch random dudes groping her ass while she danced. He was the only one who had that pleasure tonight. And for a while to come if he had anything to say about it. They’d spent the last hour or so hanging out with friends on the couch, Megan snuggled in his lap. He could get used to that. A little more easily than he'd ever expected. Lance had been there with Abby, who’d looked like she was falling asleep on his shoulder. Every so often Lance glanced at Chris and Megan appraisingly and would look like he was fighting back a smile. It made Chris want to wipe the look off his face, but he'd decided to be the better man and just ignore him when he did it. For now. He might have to punch him once, just on principle.

Once they were inside the house, Megan turned on him, pushing him back against the door, clutching handfuls of his sweatshirt in her little fists. He was surprised enough that he didn't resist. When she slammed herself against him and yanked his head down to hers with a hand on the back of his neck, he was totally on board.

He ran his hands down her back, gripped her ass, and pulled her tightly against him. She squirmed like she couldn't get close enough. He agreed. They were both wearing way too many clothes—pants, sweatshirt, t-shirt, underwear—and that was just him. Megan had on a sexy little red sweater and a pair of jeans. The sweater was soft, and he enjoyed running his hands over it, but not as much as her bare skin.
 

He pulled back just a little to catch his breath. She didn't want to let him have any room, though, pulling him down and going up on tiptoes at the same time to try not to let him get away. He chuckled against her mouth. “Bed. Now.”

She pulled him down hard once more, fusing their lips together, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of soda laced with a hint of liquor, remnants of Jack and Coke, Megan's drink of choice. He couldn't hold back the smile that was fighting to take over anymore, ruining their kiss. Megan pulled back with a slight sound of annoyance, turned, and started for her bedroom. He could just see her pulling her sweater over her head in the dim living room as she went.
 

She cast a look back over her shoulder at him, now in just a cami and jeans. “Coming?”

His smile grew wider, and he adjusted himself in his jeans. He'd never had sex with Megan when she'd been drinking. She didn't drink much around the house, apparently saving that for parties. This looked like it was going to be fun. She wasn't passive normally, but she'd never been this aggressive before. And that come-hither look before walking away with extra sway to her hips had him feeling like he might come in his pants.

Chris stripped his sweatshirt and t-shirt off together and tossed them to the side when he got in the room. Megan was lighting a couple of candles. Nice. She wasn't so drunk that she was going to just pass out on the bed, then. He congratulated himself for making her drink water too. He didn't know what he'd do if she got him all ready to go like this and passed out.
 

Well, yeah he did. He'd go jerk off in the shower and cuddle in next to her after he undressed her. Then they'd finish in the morning. After she finished puking, anyway. This way, they could have fun now
and
in the morning. So much better. And hopefully she wouldn't need to puke either.

He was naked by the time she finished lighting the candles on her dresser and nightstands and put the lighter back in the drawer where she kept it. She still had her clothes on. She walked slowly around the bed to him. Her heavy-lidded eyes raked over him, taking him all in.

He palmed his cock with one hand and watched her make her way over to him. “You seem to be overdressed.”

She hummed in agreement. “Wanna help me with that?”

He stepped closer to her, his hands going to her hips. Bending his head, he took her mouth, pulling the fabric of her cami up so he could run his hands underneath. He skimmed his palms up her rib cage and enjoyed the softness of her skin and the way she shivered under his touch. His fingers encountered an elastic band and slid underneath. Megan wasn't wearing a bra. She broke the kiss and raised her arms, letting him pull her top off, now bare from the waist up.

Chris's hands immediately went to her breasts. Cupping them, holding them up so his mouth could devour them. Megan arched her back, giving him full access to her. When he broke away she had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, her face flushed with arousal. He straightened and let his hands fall to her waist where he undid her jeans and pushed them down.
 

Megan was always responsive, but with just enough alcohol in her to be a little drunk, she was completely uninhibited. He was loving this and couldn't wait to see what other reactions he could get. She helped get her jeans and underwear all the way off and kicked them to the side, her eyes never leaving his. With one hand she reached out and stroked over his chest, down his abs. The other hand joined it, stroking up and behind his neck. With one hand stroking his cock, she pulled his head down for another searing kiss, their tongues dueling, both of them fighting for control.
 

With her this aggressive and responsive, Chris was so turned on he was afraid he wouldn't last long if she kept stroking him. He ran his hands down her arms, gripped her wrists, and gently pried her hands away from him, taking control of the kiss and the pace. He pinned her hands behind her back again, like he had that first night they got together to stop her from hitting him. This time she didn’t struggle against him, and her breasts rubbed against his chest in a move that was deliberate and provocative. He pushed her back toward the bed, making her stumble, and letting her go so she would fall to the bed. She sat down heavily but stopped herself from laying all the way back, her lips curved in a sexy smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief.
 

She reached forward to grab his cock again, but he caught her hand, not sure what she was trying to do, but sure he wanted to be in charge now. He'd let her have her turn later. Her other hand came up and reached for him, and he caught that one as well. Using his body and his hold on her, he pushed her back all the way. He held her hands pinned down while he took her mouth. She struggled against his hold, but he didn't let up until she relaxed and just kissed him back.
 

He pulled back and grinned down at her, then transferred one of her hands so he held them both in one hand pinned above her head. “I got you.”

“What are you going to do with me?” Her voice was a little breathless with anticipation.
 

His grin grew wider. “Whatever I want.” Without waiting to see what her response might be, he dipped his head again, kissing her neck, working his way down over her collarbone to her breast. He stayed there for a while, enjoying the little gasps and breathless moans he elicited from her with his teasing.
 

“Chris.”

The sound of his name on her lips brought his eyes to her face, his mouth still on her nipple. He sucked it, flicking the tip with his tongue. “Hmm?”

She gasped again. “Chris, please.”

He released her nipple from his mouth and brought his head up to look in her face. “Please what?”

She squirmed. “Please fuck me. Now.”

“Soon.” He turned his attention back to her breasts and she groaned. Smiling against her skin, he finally released her hands, unable to continue holding them while he kissed his way down her body. He settled himself between her thighs and ran his hands down her legs to grip her ankles, moving her feet so they were flat on the bed, forcing her knees to bend and spread wider for him. He ran his hands down her thighs to her waiting sex, her pussy spread and wet with arousal. Just for him.
 

He started slow, licking with the flat of his tongue, never spending too much time focused on any one area, teasing her. He held her down with his hands on her hips. She was getting impatient, though, and soon her hands were in his hair, grinding his face into her. Knowing what she wanted, he pulled back enough that he could slide two fingers inside her—eliciting another groan followed by a whimper—then sucked her clit into his mouth. Seconds later she exploded around him, her muscles clenching on his fingers, her hands clutching his hair so tightly that it stung his scalp while he helped her ride out her orgasm.
 

Sitting up on his heels, he reached for a condom on the nightstand. Megan watched him roll it on, her arms and legs splayed, still limp from her orgasm. He watched her watching him, enjoying the undiminished lust still on her face. Once the condom was on, Chris didn't waste any time. He nudged her thighs a little with his knees to make room for himself and surged inside her. Megan's legs immediately went around his waist, her ankles hooking behind his back. He loved when she did that, loved how it made him feel wanted, welcomed, home.

He'd never much cared for missionary position or its variations before. But with Megan it was different. Everything was different. So different it almost started to scare him.
 

Pushing those thoughts aside, he bent his head to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her gasps and sighs letting him know she was getting close again. He broke their kiss, wetting his thumb with his mouth. A slight shift allowed him to reach between them, his thumb finding her clitoris. She arched against him and the combined friction inside and outside pushed her over the edge again. He pulled her legs up and plunged in as deep as he could once and again, prolonging her orgasm which set off his own release.
 

He collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her tight against him and dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

“Wow.” Megan still sounded out of breath. He couldn't help his self-satisfied smile. “That was …”

She trailed off and he lifted his head to look down at her, an eyebrow lifted in question. “That was …?”

“Yeah, that was … amazing. I love … the way you make me feel.”

Something had flickered across Megan's face, but it was gone before he could decipher it. He looked down in her eyes, still heavy lidded, but no longer glassy with alcohol or lust. “I love the way you make me feel, too.”

When she relaxed against him, he realized she'd tensed up. What was that all about? He kissed her briefly on the mouth and got up to take care of the condom. When he came back out of the bathroom, Megan had gotten under the covers and rolled over.
 

He smiled to himself again. As much as she'd had to drink followed by enthusiastic sex, no wonder she was tired. He climbed into bed behind her, pulled her against him, and fell asleep as well.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Megan woke up the next morning with Chris's arm wrapped around her and his chest pressed against her back. His morning erection poked into the small of her back. Her mouth felt dry, but her stomach and head were okay, which was a rare experience after a party. Chris had made sure she drank lots of water, which meant she hadn't drunk as much alcohol, and the water counteracted what she'd had enough to stave off a hangover. What it also did was make her need to pee like a racehorse.